[It's a far away echo of her words; they've taken Kavinsky somewhere that's too deep for even Misato to follow. The thicket around the memories he's sifting through is thorny and unholy. It pricks and contaminates. There are shadows like men, or the other way around. There is a bass pulse like a heart beat, or the other way around.]
(I wanna know something. What do these good kids do for you? Do you like being around good men, Misa? Does that turn you on?)
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[It's a far away echo of her words; they've taken Kavinsky somewhere that's too deep for even Misato to follow. The thicket around the memories he's sifting through is thorny and unholy. It pricks and contaminates. There are shadows like men, or the other way around. There is a bass pulse like a heart beat, or the other way around.]
( I wanna know something. What do these good kids do for you? Do you like being around good men, Misa? Does that turn you on? )